"I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone...
I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer."
~ Song of Solomon 5:6 ~

bby
rolled over in bed and groggily blinked through her sleep at the digital clock sitting
on the nightstand. It was midnight, and for some reason she was awake. With a tired
yawn, Abby reached for Jake, who had fallen asleep beside her in bed earlier that
night.

"Jake?" mumbled the young woman, feeling about in the darkness for her
husband. "Jake, I'm cold. Jake?" Suddenly, Abby realized that Jake's place
in bed was empty. Thinking he had momentarily gotten up to go use the bathroom, Abby
closed her eyes and waited for his return. Seconds turned to minutes, and Abby slowly
lost track of time as she fell back to sleep. But the cold awakened her once more,
and Abby turned to Jake's familiar presence beside her in bed. However, when she
reached for him, her hands only found emptiness. Where was Jake? Abby lifted her
head and looked at the clock. An hour had passed, and Jake still hadn't returned.

Growing concerned, Abby climbed out of bed and checked the bathroom, only to find
it empty. As her concern began to mount, her eye caught sight of the half open door
to Jake's room. Normally, it was kept wide open... except for the old days, when
he used to sleep by himself.

An entire week had passed since Jake had come to her bed, and even when his ribs
wouldn't allow him to be intimate, he still held her. It had been too easy for Jake's
past to spill over into the present, so he slept with Abby firmly clutched in his
arms-- a constant reminder that the presence beside him was hers, and not someone
else's.

As she stared silently at the door at the end of the hallway, the very real possibility
that he could be there filled her heart with disappointment. Following her intuition,
Abby quietly looked inside. Sure enough, Jake was back in his own bed, looking comfortable
and snug, and worst of all, without her. Just then, the slumbering young man
momentarily stirred before settling back into sleep.

Realizing that he had made his choice for the night, Abby solemnly shuffled back
to her now empty bed, sighing wistfully. Her bedroom felt cold and empty without
Jake, and so did she.

"What's the matter with me?" she groaned softly. "So he went back
to his room. I've slept alone all my life. It's no big deal!" However, the logic
of Abby's head wasn't able to fill the hollow aching in her heart. Jake wasn't there,
and no amount of reasoning could make that fact go away.

Disgusted with her own weakness, Abby folded her cold legs beneath her and tried
to fall asleep.

"Why is this so hard?" she wondered. Seven nights with Jake, and she suddenly
couldn't stand to be by herself! The power of her physical connection with him, amazed
her.

Suddenly craving a comforting presence, Abby got out of bed for Daisy, her long-beloved
teddy bear. When Abby was little, Daisy was the one she had huddled against when
the thunder sounded like a giant stamping its feet on the house rooftop. And when
shadows on the floor began to take the hideous forms of lurking monsters, it was
Daisy that Abby had clung to, all the while reciting her Bible memory verses to assuage
her fears. But this time, there were no giants on the roof, and no monsters hiding
in her bedroom-- only an inexplicable longing that Abby was unable to fill without
Jake. Determined to prove to herself that she could overcome this perceived weakness,
Abby searched her room for the stuffed animal. When the bear didn't turn up, it finally
occurred to her that Jake must have taken Daisy with him.

Defeated, Abby returned to her empty bed and pulled the cold covers up around her
body. With no husband and no teddy bear, Abby finally surrendered. As the lonely
tears streamed down her face, she was grateful that no one was present to see her
making a fool of herself. Abby would have been ashamed for anyone to know how she
was carrying on, when Jake was only down the hall. Jake was safe and at home, her
pregnancy was going well, and her parents and Uncle Terry were in good health. There
was no excusable reason to feel this way!

Legal Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in these love stories are fictitious, and should not to be interpreted as medical or psychiatric advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.